Unique, strangely free.
We shimmer in the air, no two alike
And yet,
Blood brothers are we.

We fall gracefully,
Laughing and dancing
Upon the chill breeze.
Looking at our wonderful destination.

Slowly,
The unbearable happens.
They vanish.

Brothers! Brothers!
Gone, alone,
Loneliness and quite introspection
None are left,
But me…

The wonderful destination,
At last a glimmer of hope.

Appropriate, then
That it should look
As I feel.

Barren, blackened.
The perfume of violence and death
Lingers in the still air,
But nothing is left save for tears.

So,
I lay my weary head to rest,
Upon a face,
A dead man holding a sign.
“The End is Nigh.”